Buenos dias! Je viens au Brasil soon~!
La Nuit! -Slip into snow white gosling.
Powder me in inanimate ice,
drape sugar onto my tongues,
speak cherry popsicle into LED lamplight
glazing all so heavily with living room
throws of sexual hiatus, sweaty quadrants
of home and building basements
sewing millions of yards of hips
-and human passion,
an atomically frenzied frieze
for our viewing pleasure,
several clicks through gray matter
-or felled untethered into the aether.
